Emberwood Secretly out of control, and everyone knows

Powerplay/assumptions with permission! Just one joiner, please <3

At some point consciousness had slipped away from her, somewhere between the blood and the fear of dying so soon after she'd finally figured out how she wanted to spend the rest of her life. It was far too easy to fall into the silken darkness of sleep, too easy to think she might never leave it again. It was quieter there. A place she might finally find true rest.

But she'd promised. She'd promised @Dusty Rose that she wasn't going anywhere. Not ever, she'd said.

It was a promise she meant to keep.

So she fought for every breath, fought to still herself for the healer brought by @Everett, even when the medicine burned like fire. She was a kind woman, though Reverie would remember little of her later. Mostly she remembered thinking this really sucks. And it did.

It was hours before Reverie could hold to consciousness for longer than a few minutes at a time. Even then her grip on it was tenuous. She blinked several times and sighed softly, for now giving no other indication that she was awake. Distantly she wondered about Tybault. About @Reina. About what had happened in the immediate aftermath of her injury, a flurry that she couldn't quite recall now.